Imposter Young Master
Chapter 834 - 838: Of the Three Unfilial Acts, Not Producing Offspring is the Greatest

Chapter 834: Chapter 838: Of the Three Unfilial Acts, Not Producing Offspring is the Greatest

"Feifei, what’s wrong?" a gentle and calm voice asked.

It was Zhang Miao’s voice.

"Sister Miao, SOS!" Yang Fei called out urgently.

Zhang Miao’s face darkened slightly. "Speak human."

"Oh, Gong Shuiwei came to my house."

"I know, isn’t she planning to spend the New Year with you guys?" Zhang Miao said.

"No, no, the New Year’s just a cover; she actually has another purpose!"

"Hmm? What purpose?"

Yang Fei took a deep breath, then said, "That woman wants to be the Yang family’s daughter-in-law!"

Zhang Miao was stunned for a moment. "Gong Shuiwei?"

"Yeah!" Yang Fei was infuriated. "That old woman is so shameless, at her age, still going after younger men."

"Well, Feifei, I seem to be the same age as Gong Shuiwei..."

Yang Fei broke out in a sweat and quickly said, "Anyway, Sister Miao, you need to come to our house fast. Otherwise, Yang Gang, who has a thing for older women, is going to be conquered soon."

"Er, but, I’m not sure what good it would do if I go there."

"Sister Miao, you’re the woman Yang Gang once wanted to marry, he listens to you the most."

Zhang Miao had a moment of realization, murmuring softly, "The woman he once wanted to marry..."

She composed herself before saying, "Um, okay then."

"Hehe, long live Sister Miao. Oh, and how long will it take for you to get to Hangcheng? I’ll pick you up from the airport," said Yang Fei.

"Er, I’m already in Hangcheng. I had booked a bridal photo shoot here a while back, but now Xiao Haotian and I have broken up, I need to clean up the mess," said Zhang Miao.

"That’s too bad, I was actually looking forward to attending your wedding," said Yang Fei.

"Uh..." Zhang Miao opened her mouth but said nothing.

After a short pause, Zhang Miao finally said, "Feifei, wait for me at home, I’ll be there in thirty minutes."

"OK!"

When she returned to the living room, Yang Fei felt light on her feet, a smug smile on her face.

Everyone looked puzzled.

What was this girl up to, strutting around like a victorious battle hen?

About ten minutes later, there was the sound of brakes outside the villa. Yang Fei ran out like a shot.

Moments later, Yang Fei returned to the living room with Zhang Miao.

"I invited Sister Miao to spend the New Year with us!"

Eh?

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched in his bunkered corner. What was Feifei up to?

"Miao Miao, we haven’t seen you for so long, Grandma has missed you," said the old lady Yang warmly.

Zhang Miao took a pearl pendant from her pocket and handed it to the old lady, smiling, "Grandma, this is for you."

Old Lady Yang accepted the pendant and held the pearl up to the sun, her expression astonished. "What a beautiful pearl. Miao Miao, where did you find this?"

"This is not of Earth; it comes from Pandora Star, 120 light-years away. Probably brought here by a monster," Zhang Miao paused, then added, "The magic of this pearl lies in its ability to change color according to the heart rate of the wearer, reflecting their mood. Red is for anger; purple for melancholy; black for sadness; blue for happiness; green for joy."

"It’s that magical?" Old Lady Yang held on to the pearl pendant, unable to put it down.

"Little Ya, why is your grandma more enthusiastic about Zhang Miao than she is about me? Our bust sizes are pretty similar, aren’t they?" Gong Shuiwei whispered.

The corner of Yang Ya’s mouth twitched slightly. "You don’t seriously think our family picks daughters-in-law based only on bust size, do you?"

"Isn’t that it?"

"Hey! Don’t underestimate the standards we have for choosing a daughter-in-law. Besides having a big bust, she must also... must also..."

Yang Ya thought for a moment, recalling her grandmother’s incessant nagging about the standards for a granddaughter-in-law, and realized that, indeed, apart from having a big chest, there seemed to be no other requirements.

"She must also what?" Gong Shuiwei asked.

Yang Ya composed herself and said calmly, "It must be a woman."

Pfft!

Gong Shuiwei almost choked.

Yang Ya glanced at Gong Shuiwei and whispered softly, "Shuiwei, weren’t you excited about becoming Xueji’s Queen just a few days ago? How come you’ve started eyeing my brother in just a matter of days?"

Gong Shuiwei giggled, "If I marry into the Yang family, I’ll be able to stay with you forever, Little Ya."

Yang Ya: ..

She rolled her eyes and ignored Gong Shuiwei.

"Something’s fishy here! What on earth does this woman, Gong Shuiwei, want to do?"

Even as her best friend, Yang Ya couldn’t understand Gong Shuiwei’s actions.

The old lady put away the pearl pendant and then, looking at Zhang Miao’s stomach, chuckled, "How many months along?"

"Hmm, a little over four months," Zhang Miao replied with a light smile.

"Thinking of a name yet?"

Before Zhang Miao could speak, Yang Fei said, "Grandma, his name is Yang Fan."

"Yang Fan?" The old lady paused, looking at Zhang Miao, "Does your husband also have the Yang surname?"

"Grandma, you’re not aware. The baby’s surname was decided by drawing lots," Yang Fei added.

"Oh, I see." The old lady looked again at Zhang Miao’s stomach, radiating an envious look, "When will our family get to welcome a new addition?"

After saying this, she turned her head to look at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei jumped, quickly saying, "Grandma, I’m still young. I haven’t even graduated from college yet."

Then, the old lady turned towards Yang Ya.

Yang Ya broke a sweat and said, "Grandma, it’s up to Gang to continue the family line."

The old lady’s gaze fell on Yang Gang.

Yang Gang scratched his head, embarrassed, "Grandma, I can’t even find a girlfriend. Who am I supposed to have kids with?"

"Ha!" The old lady let out a long sigh, "The ancients said that there are three unfilial acts, and the greatest is to have no descendants. None of my grandsons are dutiful; they all know I want to hold a grandchild, yet none of them are willing to fulfill my wish."

Yang Gang, Yang Fei, and Yang Ya were all sweating lightly.

The hat of being an unworthy descendant was firmly slammed onto their heads.

"Grandma, after I marry Gang, I will try to have a grandchild for you as soon as possible!" At this moment, Gong Shuiwei suddenly spoke up.

Aside from the old lady and Zhang Miao, everyone else had a face full of dark lines.

The old lady was naturally overjoyed.

Zhang Miao’s mood was calm, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

"Hey, Miss Gong Shuiwei, don’t you know that children are the fruit of love? If there’s no love, can the child born be happy?" Yang Fei said discontentedly.

Gong Shuiwei smiled sweetly, "I do love Yang Gang a lot."

Yang Fei’s face grew darker, "Nonsense! Okay, look Gong Shuiwei, let’s change the perspective. For a woman, the most important thing in life is getting married. If you love someone casually, you’ll surely regret it in the future."

"No, no." Gong Shuiwei shook her head earnestly, "Love that’s right is romance; love that’s wrong is youth. No matter what, I won’t regret it."

"Wow!" Yang Fei looked up admiringly, "That’s classic!"

Cough cough~

Just then, Zhang Miao suddenly coughed lightly.

Yang Fei snapped out of her admiration for Gong Shuiwei, her expression awkward.

"Miss Gong Shuiwei, right?" At that moment, Zhang Miao suddenly turned towards Gong Shuiwei and said.

"Hello, Miss Zhang Miao, I’ve heard that Yang Gang used to receive a lot of care from you. Thank you," Gong Shuiwei said, acting like she was already Yang Gang’s wife.

Zhang Miao smiled faintly, "You’re welcome. Since Gang said he’d marry me when he grew up, I definitely had to do something for him."

Yang Ya blinked and quickly retreated a few steps to Yang Gang’s side, whispering, "Little brother, this is war!"